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doasyoudesireandlive · 2 years

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pairing: landscaper!Steve x reader, machine operator!Bucky x reader, stucky x reader - alternative universe

Summary: Your tractor break down and you're stuck. Will anyone come to your rescue?

warnings: fluff, teasing, banter, polyamory (kinda?), threesome, fingering, kissing, frotting, cunnilingus, petnames, slight dom/sub vibes, careful choking, smut

word count: aprox. 2k

a/n: This is a fic inspired by something that happened to be at work lol. Hope you like it! Beta read by myself and english is not my first language, there will be mistakes.

thank you lovely @late-to-the-party-81 and @navybrat817 for the hype on this one! <3 <3

Humming along with the song playing in your headphones you jump into the tractor. The winter snow is turning soft, and rain threatens to pour down. Every road in your town polished with ice, and you’re out spreading sand on the roads to make it possible to drive. You back the tractor up, hearing a weird clonky metal sound when you put it in drive. “That’s not a good sound,” you mutter to yourself. Suddenly the machine is tilting forward. You climb out, and see that something is broken, making it impossible to drive any longer.

You groan “Fuuuuuuck.” There almost no traffic, so you suddenly feel very alone. Fishing your phone up from your pocket, you call your supervisor. After explaining the problem the answer is “Sorry, but I’m in the other side of town. But why don’t you give Steve a call? I’m sure he’ll help you out. And Y/N? Just go home afterwards.” You sigh and hang up the phone.

You didn’t really know Steve that well. He was ridiculously handsome and one of the landscapers at your firm. Usually driving around in a wheel loader, or in an excavator, or showing off his broad shoulders while doing some manual work he made your knees go weak.

Your finger lingers over the call ID, but you make the call.

“Hi, you’ve reached Steve” a dark, but kind voice answers.

“Um, yeah, hi. Its Y/N. Sorry to bother you, but my tractor seem to have broken down. You mind come picking me up? And maybe have a look at it? To me it looks like the something is broken, so I’m stuck here.” You nervously bite your lip, hearing Steve talk to someone in the background.

“Sure, honey. We’ll come right away”

You give him your location, then thank him and hang up the phone. It’s a bit chilly but pulling your woolen hat on and stuffing your hands down your pockets helps with keeping warm. Minutes pass by and you’re starting to feel abandoned. Why aren’t he here yet? Glancing at your clock you see that it’s been 40 minutes since you made the call. You walk around in circles and complain, when a silver pick-up comes your way. The car pull over and you can see that Steve is the driver. In the passenger seat is Bucky. Of course, Bucky is there with him. They’re practically attached to the hip. Bucky is one of the machine operators at the firm, his main machine being the road grader.

They stop the car and step out and towards you. Steve is a sight in his jeans and plaid shirt, dirty dark blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Bucky is also painfully attractive, in an all-black outfit with his messy dark brown hair and lapis lazuli blue eyes. They chat a bit back and forth, as they reach you.

“Hi fellas, thanks for saving me” you joke with a big and apologetic smile on your face.

“No worries, sweeth… uh Y/N” Steve blushes and looks down at the ground. Bucky chuckle and wink at you, and Steve give him a shove. Clearing his throat, he looks up at you “So… What’s up with your tractor?” You show them the tractor and they talk together in hushed voices while they look it over and it end with both of them just looking at each other.

“It needs to be fixed at a workshop, I can call rescue now, but it’s cheaper to wait until after the weekend.” Steve looks at you, hands in his pockets and feet shuffling nervously. “We could give you a ride… if you want to of course, it’s ok if you don’t want to I understand just….” You chuckle and end Steve’s nervous rambling.

“I would love a ride, thank you.” You beam at him, making a deep blush rise to his cheeks. Bucky is leaning against your tractor when Steve signals him to get in the car. You are sandwiched between them, their big frames taking up the small space in the car. “Sorry. I’m afraid it’s not very spacey..” Steve give you a small smile.

Before you can even answer, Bucky drapes his arm over your shoulders. “I’m not sorry at all, doll. Shame it’s this roomy” he wiggles his brows and make you laugh out.

You shudder, the waiting in the freezing weather made you cold. Steve’s hand come out to touch your hands and cheek. “Jeez, you’re really cold. Lemme just…” He cranks up the heat in the car. As you’re driving you cuddle up against Bucky, his warm frame helping to get the warmth back in you.

“You little shit, Barnes” Steve mutter out as you sigh contently against Bucky’s side.

“You wanted to drive remember – you wanted to be the one to drive to her rescue” Bucky argue back. A teasing smirk appear on his face

“Don’t pout Stevie, you still get to be the ‘hero’” Bucky say while making air quotes with his free hand. Steve glares at Bucky, and huff out a curse.

“You’re both my heroes,” you say, leaning away from Bucky. You lean over and drop a chilly kiss on Steves cheek. A cute flush creep up Steve’s neck and he clear his throat and looks over at Bucky.

“Hey! Why do he get a kiss and not me? I’m the one warming you up here! He just drives!” Bucky tries to sound offended but fails miserably, the playful gleam in his eyes giving it away.

“Oh right, oh right.” You laugh out, dropping a sweet kiss on Bucky’s cheek as well.

“Ha! There you see, punk!” Bucky looks very proud and pull you against his side, the shit-eating grin he’s sporting making you laugh.

The rest of the trip goes by quickly, both men joking and talking to you, and Buckys body heat making thawing you up.

“You wanna come inside for a bit? We’re making lunch.” Steve’s baby blue’s gaze hopefully into yours. “Of course! I would love to. If I’m not intruding?”

“Stop talking nonsense, doll. Let’s go!” Bucky grab your hand in his and brings you in to a lovely house. The hallway is light and roomy, the walls decorated with photos of Steve and Bucky together. Holding hands, and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. You look between Steve and Bucky and you mentally slap yourself for the stupid kissing in the car. Of course! They were a couple!

You pull your hand back from Bucky’s grasp and walk further into their home. Steve goes into the kitchen and you can hear him washing up and starting to move pans back and forth in there.

“Anything on your mind, doll?” Bucky whisper in your ear, his warm breath and velvety voice making heat lick up your spine. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you manage to croak out “Nothing special, no. Just… Your house is so lovely. It feels so homey here” you smile, kicking yourself mentally for believing that they really wanted you. Bucky’s smile beam towards you as he guides you towards the sofa and gesture for you to sit down. After fetching you a soda, he helps Steve in the kitchen, their playful banter heard all the way to the living room. A few minutes later lunch is ready.

“Come sit, lunch is served” Steve say with a proud and warm smile on his face. A wonderful smell fills the room and the most delicious chicken soup placed on the table. All three of you enjoy the meal, the conversation flows and it feels like you’ve been friends forever. After two servings (Steve practically force-feeding you the second cuz “You stood there in the cold, better not get sick”) you thank them for the wonderful meal. Bucky and Steve once again direct you to the couch and you observe them fondly while they tidy.

It’s easy to see that they love each other. They do a good job keeping it casual at work, but in retrospect you don’t have a hard time believing that they are a couple.

Steve pull you out of your thoughts when he sit down beside you. “You feeling ok? Warmer now I hope?” his soft gaze makes your heart beat faster in your chest and you almost beams as you nod your head. “Good, I’m glad” He say before looking uneasy for a moment. He straighten his back, then lift his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. You stiffen for a second, making him hesitate. However, when you melt into his embrace, you can hear him sigh and feel him relax against you. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you feel arousal growing in your abdomen.

A part of you felt shame. They were taken. Both of them! By each other!

A warm body sit down beside yours, caging you in. Its Bucky, leaning over and embracing you and Steve in a hug. Your heartbeat is picking up, and you can feel your panties getting wet. Bucky release you, leaning over and pulling Steve’s face towards his own. Bucky and Steve meet in a filthy kiss, right in front of your face. You can’t even breathe, the moment so filthy, arousing and scandalous. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest and your panties are ruined. A quiet moan escape your lips and Bucky break the kiss. You look at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh babygirl… You like the show?” Bucky smirk, putting on fake innocence. You look at the men in front of you. Bucky looks like the chesire cat, and Steve looks like he’s wrecked all ready.

“Anwer him.” Steve’s voice whisper out, low and broken.

“Yes. I like it.” I mumble out, afraid to meet their gazes. “Look at us when you’re speaking” Steve’s voice sounds like the crack of a whip. Your look up, meeting their stare with newfound bravery. You even tilt your shin up, making Steve huff out a chuckle.

“Good girl.” A shiver run down your spine, arousal making your breath shallow and fast. Steve’s hand come up to cradle your face. “May I kiss you?” He whispers against your lips, almost touching. You lean in, closing the distance. The kiss is soft and sweet, before it turns need, rough and downright filthy.

Steve is ripped away from you, Bucky’s hand firmly planted in his hair. “Enough, it’s polite to share” Bucky’s hand slide from Steve’s hair and lands around his throat, squeezing softly making Steve choke out a moan. Bucky’s looks at you, his stare hungry, like a predator hunting down its prey.

Closing in on your face, he crashes his mouth to yours, kissing you breathless. It’s different with Bucky, he’s not soft and sweet, he’s filthy right from the start. Your hands travel up to his hair, pulling on the messy locks. Soft lips and scratchy stubble moves down your throat and you moan into Bucky’s mouth.

Steve’s hand travel down your body, sliding down into your panties. He moans out when as he slips a finger into your pussy. “Wow, baby… You’re so wet” He pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you push Bucky away to catch your breath. A guttural moan escape your lips, when Steve’s fingers fill you up. Bucky takes a hold of your work pants and panties and rip them off in one smooth motion. He sits down on the floor between your legs, his mouth inches from your clit. The coolness of the air and Bucky’s hot breath against your bud makes goosebumps appear on your body.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight.” Steve’s voice is gruff and low. You look at Bucky between your legs and he smirks and blow air right onto your clit. When you gasp and whine he simply licks his lips and trail his hand up Steve’s thigh. You look at his hand, how it trails all the way up to the big bulge in Steve’s lap, threatening to burst the zipper any time now. He expertly opens the button and the zipper and wrap his fist around Steve’s impressive length.

At the same time as Steve moan out, Bucky licks a stripe up your pussy. The tip of his tongue dipping in beside Steve’s fingers before circling around your clit before sucking the nub into his mouth. Your orgasm come crashing down on you, so intense you almost black out for a second. Steve’s fingers working over your g-spot prolonging your orgasm while Bucky eats you out like a starved man. You push them away with overstimulation, making Bucky whine.

“Hey, I wanted more” He looks at you, pouting. You’re too fucked out to say anything, the aftershocks of the orgasm making you feel like you’re floating. “Come here, Buck.” Steve grabs a hold of Bucky’s hair and pull him into his own lap. Seeing Bucky straddle Steve makes heat flare inside you, the sight was suck a turn-on. Steve takes the fingers he was fucking you with, and hold them in front of Bucky’s face. “Here you go, sweetheart” Bucky takes the fingers into his mouth without any hesitation and moans loudly as he licks them clean.

“That’s enough, Angel.” Steve coo, as he pulls his fingers out of Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s tongue come out to lick his lips. Steve and Bucky meet in a kiss, and it’s the most sexy thing you’ve seen in your life. Two big beefy men, tongues fighting for dominance and hips rolling, rubbing their cocks together. You look at them with big eyes, and moan with them when they cum.

They hold on to each other to catch their breath. Bucky is the first to look at you. “I wish your tractor broke down sooner, doll”

You laugh loudly and mumble “me too, boys. Me too.”

taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

#tonje writes #stucky x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #landscaper!AU #machine operator!AU

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fuck-kirk · 9 months

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Notable quotes from the kindergarteners and first graders this week:

“My dad went somewhere with three grizzly bears. He took a plane there. I think he’s still in this world.”

*raises hand in the middle of a lesson* “I played with my John Deer tractors this morning.”

*right after a fifteen minute lesson on architecture and reading a story about architecture* “wait, what’s architecture?”

“I like to turn on my ghost vision. It makes it so I can see ghosts.”

“Are you a grandma?” Me: no, I’m 26 “oh. So you’re like 16?” Me: ….sure.

*raises hand in the middle of a lesson* “I spilled my grandmas ashes once” *multiple other kids raise hands to tell me about their dead relatives and pets*…the lesson was about clay…?

*putting both hands up in a rock n roll gesture 🤘🏻* “I sold my soul to the devil!!”

*kid on the carpet acting like a dog* other kid turns to me and solemnly says, nodding: he’s a furry

#mott txt #they are a lot but at least it’s always entertaining #I teach k-4 but kindergarten and first are the funniest to me #they just say whatever comes to their minds

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siancore · 2 years

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SamBucky Pumpkin Patch AU | 2K+ | T | AO3 Link

A/N: Just some goofy, pumpkin-inspired SamBucky crack. This is utterly ridiculous but the author regrets nothing.

For: @downwarddnaspiral @sidepartskinnyjeans @logicheartsoul @thatmexisaurusrex

There was something that Bucky loved about Fall that he could not quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the new season that ushered in the cooler weather and allowed him to wear more layers contentedly. Maybe it was the change in the physical environment or the warmth and comfort of his favorite food. Bucky could not choose one thing. He could say, however, that helping out at his best friend’s farm and pumpkin patch was a definite highlight.

He enjoyed being a tour-guide on Natasha’s tractor ride. He loved being out in the autumnal sun as wind whipped through his hair. Natasha often drove over bumps on purpose to give the kids a fun ride. The teachers, usually middle-aged women, disapproved of Natasha’s antics, and held on for dear life even though the speed of the vehicle never exceeded the pace of a steady crawl.

“Were you a real terror as a kid?” Bucky had asked once.

“What do you think?” Natasha had replied with a wink.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Bucky conceded.

Bucky loved his friend’s playfulness. He loved spending time there at the pumpkin patch. The pay was abysmal, and most of the other people who worked their had little in common with him (Natasha being the exception), but it meant Bucky could meet a host of interesting people. There were the usual punters, whom Bucky named the Big Three: School kids, families, and Halloween enthusiasts. They always came through in the Fall, just like Bucky and Natasha’s upcoming appointment: Third graders, 3W.

The pair chatted aimlessly while they waited for the students to arrive. They wound up their conversation as an older woman led a group of about twenty or so small children over to where the tractor and trailer were parked.

“Hey there,” Bucky greeted with a smile and a wave. “Are you all from 3W?”

“Yes, that’s us. I’m Mrs. Keating,” the teacher supplied.

“Great! I’m your guide today, Bucky. I’ll just go through the safety stuff with you and your students and –”

Bucky lost his train of thought as a handsome man rounded the corner of the barn with his hand clasped to a 3W student.

“Sorry,” said the man as he came to a halt and gestured for the boy to join the others in the line. “There’s always a last-minute bathroom break.”

His eyes lit up and he smiled and chuckled. Bucky, in turn, laughed loudly, a little too loudly, before offering a keen, “I know, right.”

Natasha gave her friend a questioning look from where she was seated on her tractor. When she saw Bucky’s reason for acting weird, she understood: Bucky Barnes had always been a sucker for a pretty face and brown eyes.

“I’m Bucky,” he finally said, holding his hand out for the Hot Stranger™ to shake.

He took it in his large palm and gave a firm-gripped shake.

“Hey, Bucky,” the man replied. Bucky’s knees felt weak just at the sound of his name in the man’s smooth, rich voice. “I’m Sam.”

They shared a smile and Bucky’s heart skipped a beat before Sam added, “Or Mr. Wilson if you like that sorta thing.”

How about Daddy? Bucky thought to himself, but quickly pushed that musing aside as Dadd— sorry – Mr. Sam Wilson turned to his students.

“One, two, three,” Sam started. “Eyes on me.”

Don’t mind if I do, Bucky mused as he took the liberty of checking Sam out.

“Thanks, 3W. Now, I know we’re all excited for our tractor ride, but we have to be safe. So, please show me how you can be very good active listeners for Bucky while he tells what we need to do to.”

With that, Sam turned to Bucky and gave him a quick wink; Bucky immediately forgot the safety instructions he’d been repeating thrice daily for the past two weeks.

Mrs. Keating sat at the end of the trailer while Sam sat up front, near where Bucky was standing to guide the tour around the farm before approaching the pumpkin patch. Natasha glanced back at her friend and then shook her head. Bucky was definitely into Hot Teacher™ and not even trying to hide it.

Being the great friend and co-worker that she was, Natasha swerved the tractor slightly to the right, causing Bucky to stumble a little in Sam’s direction. Sam Wilson, schoolteacher (therefor, actual hero), came to Bucky’s rescue as he reached out a strong arm to steady Bucky. Sam rested his hand at Bucky’s waist a beat longer than was necessary. Natasha took a quick glance back, pleased with the results of her antics. Bucky’s flustered smile and bright blush was worth not adhering strictly to the safety regulations.

“Thank you all so much, 3W!” Bucky said as he waited for the children to climb excitedly from the back of the trailer. “You’ve been the best group we’ve had all week.”

Sam gave Bucky an appreciative smile as Mrs. Keating got the students to form a single line, ready for their next activity.

“Thanks for the tour,” said Sam as he held out a hand for Bucky to take while helping him step down off of the trailer.

“It was my pleasure,” said Bucky, not wanting to relinquish Sam’s grasp, but doing so eventually. “Where you off to next?”

He knew. The schedule was always the same. He just didn’t want his conversation with Sam to end.

“Pumpkin decorating and card-making,” Sam replied, and that – that wasn’t what was up next.

Without giving much more thought to who changed the schedule, Bucky said, “Oh, great. I’m on the pumpkin decorating and card stuff, too.”

“For real?” asked Sam with a bright smile that made it difficult for Bucky to remain standing. “That’s cool. Did you wanna walk over with us, or?”

“Yes! Yes, of course. I’ll just – Y’know what? I need a last minute bathroom break. See you over there?”

“I’d better,” Sam Wilson had the absolute nerve to say before backing up, turning, and walking away.

Bucky watched him leave and admired the sway of his hips, before his eyes came to rest on his perfect backside. Bucky groaned in the most needy way before he heard Natasha cough.

“Uh, not to eavesdrop or anything like that, but since when do you do pumpkins and cards? Does Steve know?”

“Hush up,” said Bucky as he backed away and made his exit. “Steve’s about to find out.”

Steve was surprised to see Bucky rush through the door of the farm’s small educational hub.

“Buck?” he asked.

“Sorry I’m late,” said Bucky, narrowing his eyes and trying to silently communicate to his best friend about not openly questioning him in that moment.

“Hello again, 3W. Hey Mr. Wilson.”

“Hey, Bucky,” said Sam as his students got settled in.

Steve glanced between the pair, elbowed Bucky, and then whispered, “Oh, I get it now. You never wanted to help us out with the arts and crafts stuff before, but Hot Teacher™ shows up and all of a sudden, you’re Martha Stewart?”

Bucky elbowed Steve back gently as said, “Shut your pumpkin-pie-filled-pie-hole, alright? I can be a good helper.”

As it turned out, Bucky was not a very good helper that day. He was too distracted by flirting with Sam to really assist Steve with making pumpkin-themed creations. Steve had no qualms about calling out his thirsty ass friend.

“Hey, Buck,” said Steve, barely drawing his friend’s attention away from Sam. “Why don’t you show Mr. Wilson how to make one of the cards since you’re already stuck to him like glue?”

Bucky turned his head slowly and gave Steve a fake smile followed by a quick glare. He then turned back to Sam, smiled genuinely, and sweetly, and said, “Oh, I don’t know, Stevie. I’m pretty sure Mr. Wilson doesn’t need my help with anything.”

Sam returned the smile and said, “Why don’t we grab the craft supplies and see if you can’t find a way to help me out.”

“So, how long have you been a teacher?” Bucky queried, as he and Sam cut, pasted, colored, glued, and added glitter to their creations.

“About ten years now.”

“Wow, you must really enjoy it.”

“I love it, actually,” said Sam with a warm smile. “I get to hang out with special little people like 3W, and meet some pretty interesting grown folks along the way.”

Bucky felt a flutter in his tummy while Sam stared deeply into his eyes. Bucky placed an elbow on the table and rested his face against his palm.

“I’ve never met a teacher like you,” Bucky said absentmindedly.

“Like me?”

“Yeah, hot like you,” Bucky blurted out before he could stop himself. “Sorry. Sorry, that was so unprofessional of me.”

Sam let out a little chuckle and said, “It’s okay. I’m flattered.”

The pair shared a smile, and both reached for the small jar of glitter. Their fingers brushed against one another, and Bucky thought he just might melt into the floor or do something rash like kiss Mr. Wilson in front of Steve and Mrs. Keating and the whole of 3W.

“Go ahead,” said Sam, drawing his hand away from the glitter jar, and pulling Bucky from his musings. “Even though I think you’ve used way too much glitter.”

Bucky snatched the jar, held it to his chest, and feigned offense at Sam’s assessment before saying, “Hey! You can never have too much glitter.”

Bucky then held up his card to prove his point, and about thirty percent of the glitter fell from the surface and landed on the tabletop.

“Oops,” said Bucky, as he let out a laugh. “Maybe I was wrong.”

“Yeah, well, at least you’re cute,” Sam flirted.

Yes, in that moment, Bucky was definitely considering risking it all in front of 3W.

“Okay, students,” said Steve; his voice surprisingly loud in the small space. “Let’s finish up our lovely creations and begin to pack away our supplies.”

Sam opened his card, scrawled something inside of it, and then got to his feet before saying, “One, two, three; eyes on me.”

As Mrs. Keating led 3W out with their creations, Sam hung back to thank Steve for the fun session. Bucky waited for the two men to finish speaking, and for Steve to leave, before he approached Sam.

“Hey, so this was really fun,” Bucky proffered in earnest, before tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear and then holding out his glittery card and saying, “Here.”

“For me?”

“Yeah, Stevie said you have to give the first one you make away to someone.”

Sam smiled, took the card, and then said, “So this was the first time you ever made one?”

“I mean, yes, but you could probably already tell that from all o’ this,” Bucky supplied, as he gestured to the card that Sam was examining like it was a work of fine art.

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short,” Sam reassured. “It’s great. Thank you. I’m gonna pin it up in our classroom. You did a great job for your first time.”

Bucky’s face flushed warm at the sound of Sam’s genuine praise voiced in his deep, rich tone. It really did something for Bucky.

Before the blushing man could stammer out a response, Sam dug into his back pocket and retrieved the card he had made. It was a lot neater than Bucky’s.

“Here you go,” said Sam as he handed his creation over. “I had every intention of giving this to you as soon as I saw you.”

“You knew you were gonna make me a pumpkin card?”

“Card-making was on the agenda, so I knew I’d make one, but I swore I was going to give it to you the minute you smiled at me.”

Bucky almost let out a squeak.

“Can I open it now?” Bucky asked while looking at the card in his palm.

“Sure,” Sam replied, while wearing a bright beam that Bucky mirrored as soon as he began to read what Sam had written:

Your friends aren’t slick, so let’s really give ‘em pumpkin to talk about.

Underneath the goofy note, Sam had signed off with a smiley face and his phone number.

Bucky had to read it a few times.

Was this man really real?

“Be honest, now,” Sam said, drawing Bucky from his thoughts. “Did I ruin my chances with you with that lame ass pumpkin pun?”

A hint of vulnerability, that Bucky did not miss, seeped into Sam’s confidence.

Bucky’s gaze met Sam’s before he broke out in a bright beam and said, “Are you pumpkidding me? You could never squash your chances with me.”

Sam smiled at just how goofy and playful (and perfect for him) Bucky was and asked, “So, I’ll hear from you soon?”

Bucky held Sam’s card to his chest and said, “Oh, gourd yes.”

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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fnrrfygmschnish · 9 months

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Can you believe I used to feel embarrassed about wearing shirts with any kind of picture or text on them? To the point where I pretty much stopped wearing anything but plain t-shirts for DECADES after middle school or so.

I'm pretty sure it all traces back to a couple weird moments in elementary school where people I considered friends at the time made weird comments about some random shirt I had on. I think one kid literally asked me "why are you wearing THAT?" as if this completely benign ordinary shirt (with a picture of a tractor-trailer truck on it, if I'm remembering right) was somehow disgusting to him. At the time, I just kind of stared for a second and then said something like "...uh, because it's a shirt? and I need to wear a shirt?" Which is probably as close as a 6th-grader can really come to just brushing off something someone says, given the lack of self-control kids have at that age.

But apparently, those weird shitty little comments and reactions from people stuck with me more than I thought.

It's really only been since 2017-2018 or so that I started wearing shirts with patterns of some sort rather than just flat one-color-and-nothing-else sorts of things, and since 2022-2023 that I've started to sloooowly start picking up shirts with words and/or images on them.

Mostly either goofy ones (like the "Pepto Bismol song lyrics in rock/metal band logo fonts" one above), or ones with stuff from games/shows/etc. that I like.

Some ordered online, others just picked up from the store... sadly, haven't found any really good ones at Goodwill and such just yet (at least, none that would actually fit -- some good shirts in Tiny Kidlet sizes, but the last time I would've actually fit into some of those was like... when I was five. 😂)

Someday all those plain t-shirts I used to wear all the time will be gone (a few are already starting to wear out or get holes in them since I've been wearing them for literally a decade at this point, if not longer in some cases!), and all my shirts will at least have a pattern or something.

...Okay, maybe one or two of the plain ones with the little pocket on the front can stay too. The pocket does come in handy sometimes.

#shirts #childhood issues #and getting past them... eventually

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beansnpeets · 2 years

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So, a lot of the locals here have this conspiracy that Jon's family is trying to control the community, when in reality it's that nobody else wants to actually do anything around here so Jon's mum is the water plant operator, Jon's dad is fire chief, Jon is the town employee, and I'm animal control. We are the only ones that do fuck all in this town. Hardly anyone else actually wants to help. And Jon's mum was on council for the last 8 years.

She ran for reeve and lost and the guy that is our ward councillor now is a total dink. Our emergency services is based out of THIS town and yet when we got 2 feet of snow THIS town was the last place in the entire municipality to be plowed. An ambulance had gotten stuck and Jon had to do some emergency snow plowing, and then went around after the grader and cleaned up some intersections that the dude had made a mess of. Jon's since been told that he is NOT allowed to plow ANY snow until he has consulted with our councillor first. Jesus Christ. What would happen if we had 2 feet of unplowed snow on all the streets and there was a house fire? How is the fire truck supposed to get out of the fire hall and get to the fire?

Jon's dad is a heavy duty mechanic and runs a shop in town. He typically does a lot of work for the RM on their tractor or whatever. The town tractor, that they got a "good" deal on, is so fucked up. It's leaking in a dozen places and the heat in the cab doesn't work. They pulled it into the shop, had a look at it and made a list of all the work that needs to be done. The council decided to NOT approve the work needed on the tractor and the ward councillor has said he wants to personally inspect the tractor first. As if they think Jon's dad is trying to rip the municipality off or something by saying it needs work that it doesn't need. Which is bullshit.

Anyway, the tractor has been needing this work for MONTHS. and the councillor was supposed to come yesterday to look at it. He didn't. So today Jon and his dad are pushing the tractor out of the shop and going to leave it outside because they have other shit that needs to come into the shop and don't have room to leave the tractor inside if they can't do anything with it.

Jon is ready to walk away. I'm ready to walk away. Jon's mum is also ready to walk away. Once Jon's dad has decided he's retiring, which probably won't take much if this new councillor is gonna fuck us all around like this, we are all done and this community will have absolutely nobody to do anything anymore. They will have no water plant operator, no town employee, no fire chief, and no animal control. Nobody on the fire department wants to step up and take chief. It was pulling teeth just to get 2 of the guys to agree to be co-deputy chiefs (second in command).

This fucking community has no idea what is good for it. The people here are so fucking ungrateful and disrespectful and they are going to end up paying for it once we wash our hands of this place.

#personal #i'm so mad

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